Meeting Him in a Coffee Shop ✓

It's like milk blends together with coffee, again

He sighs, running his fingers through his mop of hair, gauging my reaction before continuing. "Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, what if tried to make this thing work. Long-term. What if I moved to LA? That way I could be closer to you and we can continue this relationship, with all the strings attached."

It takes everything in me not to leap across the table and attack him in a hug. I pause as if taking the time to think about all the things he just said to me. Even though I know that my answer will be yes, I don't tell him immediately. Luckily my order comes and I don't have to answer, prolonging his suffering.

His face is slowly contorting and I sense that he is feeling more than uncomfortable. As soon as Joe walks away he blurts out, "Oh for fuck's sake! I shouldn't have said anything. Damn it! You're probably sitting there thinking we said short-term and here I am asking to practically marry you-"

"Well, are you?" I cut him off.

"What? No! I'm not! Unless you wanna get married. I mean don't you think it's usually customary to meet the family before anything. I mean sure I get that I'm not actually marrying your family, and you're not marrying mine, but it would at least be the normal sequence of events. But then again, our relationship has been anything but normal, I mean, you spilled your drink on me the first time we met for crying out loud. Although honestly, thank you so much for doing that. I mean can you imagine if we had never met in this coffee shop that day. You would be doing your internship and then just leave and I would be living my boring, miserable life without you, passing by this coffee shop every day, seeing a beautiful girl but not having the guts to say hi or do anything. And I'm probably rambling now aren't I," he takes a breath.

I lean over the table, careful not to spill my drink. I grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up so that we are eye-to-eye. "Shut up and kiss me already."

His lips meet mine and I feel like I am floating 100 feet in the air, surrounded by a cloud of butterflies and warmth.

I'm pulled back down to Earth though when he pulls apart slightly, "So, is that a yes?"

I smile, "To making things work and getting attached or to your marriage proposal?"

"Either," he smiles back.

I step back, looking him up and down. Walking over to where he is now standing upright, I wrap my arms around his neck and breathe in his scent, "Yes."

Our lips meet again and the butterflies in my stomach erupt like an explosion, the electricity ignites a fire that courses through my entire being, lifting me up and out of my body. My feet, however, stay planted on the ground, as I feel safe and secure as he wraps his arms around me, holding onto me, seemingly never letting me go.

His lips mold perfectly in mine and our bodies melt together.

It's like two puzzle pieces finally joining after hours of searching. It's like the shore fits so perfectly with the sea. It's like milk blends together smoothly with coffee.

It's like we were meant to be. It's like fate brought us together. It's like I was supposed to meet him in a coffee shop.